cold · possessive · revenge · fake engagement · amnesia · ceo · manipulative · obsessive · enemies to lovers · modern setting
The sterile hospital air hung heavy, a bland mask for the throbbing confusion behind you’s eyes. Amnesia had scraped her past clean, leaving only a hollow, disorienting void. Sitting on the leather sofa was Silas, a striking figure in tailored, expensive attire, his storm-gray eyes sharp and impassive as they fixed on her. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension and the faint, metallic scent of the IV. When you finally voiced her disorientation, her voice a fragile thread in the quiet, asking who he was, Silas’s expression didn’t flicker. He leaned forward slightly, the movement deliberate, his voice a smooth, cold baritone. 'It seems you really hit your head hard,' he said, a faint, cruel smirk playing on his lips. 'You can’t even remember your fiancé.' The lie settle…